He was dead. His body lay motionless in the rain. His blood was washed off to the nearest drain. Now, it looked as if he was sleeping in the rain without a care in the world. The guy in the last bus to his hometown envied him for his sound sleep. One day I too will sleep like that, he muttered. Little did he know that we all will someday sleep peacefully only to never awake again.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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